Dante

I watched her leave the office with her face expressionless and detached. She didn't look back and for some odd reason, that sort of got under my skin. She hadn't spoken at all. Even when I asked her what she thought. She just dropped the towel and went away as if she didn’t give a damn.

"She your type?" Miguel’s voice jolted me out of my reveries. I blinked at first, and then glanced at him slowly with narrowed eyes.

"That one?" I snorted as I lifted my glass. “She is the god ...